And what am I doing?
Eating Frosted Flakes.
Straight from the box.
You should see the crumbs in the keyboard.
Speaking of crumbs, the candy wrapper issue in my car is careening out of control.
It's so hard being a non-neat.
What's even harder?
Being married to a non-neat.
I truly have aspirations to be tidy and organized, I really do.
But in reality, we're the messy family.
Our car mimicks our home on a daily basis.
Not unclean or unhealthy, just cluttery.
Unfortunately our kids have inherited the finish and toss rule.
I get angry, but they come by it honestly.
You should see K and My Boy's room.
All 6000 legos are on the floor.
I ask them to clean it, they start and then come out 10 minutes later to share their newest lego-creation.
They have a knack for structures, I'll give them that.
But, cleaning up...not so much.
Don't look at my desk.
I really know where everything is on it...and under it....and next to it.
Don't get me confused with hoarder though.
I don't have that problem.